The sound was like thunder. It made her excited, her blood boiled, and she had the urge to kill everyone in the world with a sword—
Another person suddenly appeared not far in front of her. Gu Xijiu's eyes were red with murder, and she stabbed him with a thunderous sword without even seeing who the person was!
The tip of the sword was suddenly held by someone, and a voice rang in his ears: "Xijiu!"
The voice was so familiar that Gu Xijiu was startled and looked up, her eyes widening when she saw the man's face clearly.
The man was wearing an extremely large white robe, with dark patterns embroidered on the white robe. The dark patterns seemed like little dragons meandering, and like spells flowing. In this endless sea of blood, his white robe was extremely... Dazzling, like a ray of sunlight penetrating the darkness, illuminating this blood-red and dim world.
Holy Lord!
Still the Holy Lord without a mask!
His picturesque eyebrows were not stained by the blood of this world. He held her sword in one hand and looked into her eyes: "Xijiu! Wake up!"
The edge of her sword had turned scarlet in the endless killings, and its true color was almost invisible. But now under his control, the blood color gradually faded, revealing the snow-white and sharp blade.
Then she keenly saw blood flowing out of the palm of his hand holding her sword, but his blood had a purifying effect. Wherever it flowed, it would return to its original color.
She looked at him blankly, her voice trembling slightly: "Holy Lord... Di Fuyi?"
"It's me, Xijiu, come out with me—" There was a touch of tenderness in his magnetic voice, and then he stretched out his hand to her: "Come, give me your hand, and I will take you out."
His palms were long and white, with jade-like knuckles. When he stretched them out in front of her, they seemed to be her salvation.
She longed to hold this hand, but...
Is he trustworthy? Several friends had appeared in front of her just now and said they wanted to take her out, but they stabbed her neatly when she was not prepared!
She looked at his hand, with doubts and desires in her eyes, and even a little bit of tired vulnerability...
"Xijiu, don't you even believe me?" Shengzun asked her, his eyes soft: "There are not so many people who want to harm you. This is your nightmare. Be obedient and give me your hand. I will take you out."
There was still a wound made by her sword on his palm, which she felt was a little dazzling. She wanted to bandage it for him, but she didn't dare to go over or shake the hand in front of her.
The people who just appeared had the same rhetoric as him, very similar...
She held the sword in her hand tightly, and her knuckles turned white. In this sea of blood, it was this sword that would not betray her. It would always guard her and help her kill all aggressors.
If anyone else had appeared at this moment, she would have struck him with a sword without saying a word!
Want to lie to her again? There is no door!
But the person in front of me is him! It's him!
She couldn't take action, but she couldn't let go of her heart and hand it to him boldly...
The two of them stood there, looking at me and me, in a stalemate for a moment. Di Fuyi was always patient: "Xijiu, you really don't believe me anymore?"
"You are... Di Fuyi..."
"yes!"
"No! Lie!" Gu Xijiu suddenly shouted angrily: "He is still a child now! He is not like you now! Damn it, you lied to me again! You pretended to be him to lie to me!"
She was not ordinary angry, and finally struck out with a sword!
This sword almost condensed the essence of what she had learned throughout her life, and there was a faint sound of wind and thunder as soon as it was thrust out.
(End of chapter)